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Maree eae en Op res 
CORCHORUS, 
CorcHorus Japonicus. 
Impatience of absence, 
Wuat shall I do with all the days and hours, 
That must be counted ere I see thy face? 
How shall I charm the interval, that lowers 
Between this time and that sweet time of grace? 
I'll tell thee — for thy sake I will lay hold 
Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee, 
In worthy deeds, each moment that is told, 
While thou, tielsged one! art far from me. 
For thee, I will arouse my thoughts to try 
Allheavenward flights, all high and holy strains; 
For thy dear sake, I will walk patiently 
Through these long hours, nor call their min- 
utes pains. 
I will this dreary blank of absence make 
A noble task-time, and will therein strive 
To follow excellence, and to o’ertake 
More good than I have won since yet I live. 
So may this dooméd time build up im me 
A thousand graces, which shall thus be thine ; 
So may my love and longing hallowed be, 
And thy dear thought an influence divine. 
Mrs. F. K. Burner. 


